She Awoke With A Start by Zevrier (zevrier@ntlworld.com)
She Awoke With A Start She awoke with a start...what was that noise she had heard? Intently, she strained to catch any sound, however slight......Yes, she could hear the sounds of someone moving around downstairs. What should she do? Her first reaction was to hide under the bedclothes until the intruder went away, but on reflection it wasn't a good option. Should she get out of bed and hide? That might be better, she might not be found. Her thoughts became academic, as her eyes, becoming accustomed to the gloom, caught a shadowy movement in the doorway to the bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat as she realised that the figure was coming towards the bed. It appeared to be a man, quite tall, dressed in dark clothes, as he came nearer she was able to make out a little more detail. He was in his thirties, with short brown hair, and he wore a leather jacket that caught a little of what light was in the room. She stared at him, fascinated, like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights. He came to the foot of her bed and said in a low voice "Hello, what have we got here?" Her body didn't seem to be her own as terrible thoughts flitted across her consciousness. What was he going to do to her? "Ttttake what you want ..I won't stop you," she stuttered, her teeth felt as though they belonged to someone else. "I already have" he replied. "It's all downstairs, I just came up to see if there was anything else worth nicking ......" "And I find you....a helpless young lady" A trace of sexual excitement rose up in her, she couldn't believe it, despite all the terror and apprehension she felt, she was becoming aroused. She found herself appraising the man, her eyes ran up and down him, it did not go unnoticed, he smiled at her, his eyes dropping to the bedclothes she held tight to her rigid body. "Let go of the sheet" he said, "I want to see what you have to offer me" He gazed steadily at her, the tone of his voice indicating that he was not expecting her to refuse. In a dream she slowly dropped the bed sheet , revealing her firm breasts, she could feel her nipples were stiff from fear, despite that, she felt a little pleased at his reaction to the sight of them. "Mmmmm...very nice", he said "I'm going to enjoy handling those......." "Please don't hurt me" she said in a small voice..."I'll do anything you want...." "You certainly will" he replied "Now, get out of bed, I want to examine you" What could she do? he was far too big and strong for her, she thought of diving for the phone on the table nearby, and she briefly turned her head to see if it was within her immediate reach. "Don't bother" he said, guessing her intent, "I've cut the phone lines....." Her only lifeline removed, she obeyed his order, and slowly began to pull the sheet from her naked body. Impatiently, he grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed and pulled it from her in one swift movement. Gasping , she put her hands between her legs to cover her nakedness. "I see.....we're shy are we?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. "Now, stand here", he said, pointing to an area immediately in front of him. Her body moved of its own accord to the required spot, she still had her hands covering as much of her as possible, but it was futile, she knew that sooner or later he was going to see all of her naked charms. She stood before him, hands clasped in front like a naughty schoolgirl in front of the headmaster. He looked her up and down - was it approval she saw in his eyes? She reasoned that if he found her attractive she would have a better chance of coming through this ordeal. "Turn around" he said. After a short pause she did as she was told, slowly rotating her shivering, naked form. She made no attempt to cover her bottom with her hands, instead keeping them in front of her. She reasoned it would not be of any use to act modestly. Perhaps he would make fuck her and go, she thought. A mental image of this man mounting her sprung to mind, but she quashed it, at the same time acknowledging that if he was kind to her it wouldn't be such an ordeal, he was, after all, quite attractive..... What was she thinking! It would be rape, pure and simple, she was angry with herself for having these thoughts. "Very nice," he said, "now, kneel on the floor!" his tone brooked no dissent, and she found herself dropping to her knees in front of him. She could no longer look at his face, and lowered her head. "Put your hands behind your back." As she did so, he secured her wrists with a length of cord that she guessed he had brought expressly for the purpose. A loop of cloth was dropped over her head and pulled against her closed mouth. He tugged on the material forcing her mouth open as it pressed against her lips and teeth. Her mouth hurt from this, so she opened it a little wider for him in order to prevent further discomfort. He completed the task, grunting in approval at her voluntary action, then swiftly fastening the cloth behind her head. He left he there, satisfied that she could make no sound or go very far. Of course she could struggle to her feet, and try and escape, but she knew it was hopeless, she was barefoot, naked and bound and he would be able to catch her with ease. She awaited her fate, listening to him going into the upstairs rooms, presumably checking that there were no further valuables to steal. He came back into her bedroom, and with a very bad attempt at humour said "Still here?" "OK.... stand up, I'm taking you with me" She gasped through the gag, she thought he was going to leave her bound on the floor while he made his getaway. In a daze she struggled to her feet. As soon as she was standing, he fastened a length of cord around her neck, as a makeshift collar. A tug on it, and she was forced to follow him downstairs. She was, obviously, very reluctant to go with him, but a few well measured blows from the flat of his hand on her bottom persuaded her otherwise.... He opened the front door and led her outside, it was the middle of the night and the street she lived in was quiet at the best of times, so she was not hopeful of someone seeing her abduction. She was thrust face downwards into the back seat of a car, and within a few seconds they were speeding down the road. Briefly looking over his shoulder at his captive he said, "in case you think that the Police can trace this car, it's stolen, we'll be changing cars very shortly......" Sure enough within a few minutes she found herself being removed from the first car and placed in exactly the same fashion in his car. He pressed her down against the soft leather upholstery and ruthlessly tied her ankles together and with a tug pulled them up behind her, fastening them to her already bound wrists. A rug was thrown over his hog-tied captive and once again she found herself travelling at high speed.......but where to ? She struggled to untie herself but the bondage was tight and chillingly effective..... I've been secured by an expert, she thought grimly. The journey seemed to take an eternity, he stopped once, to check that she was still tightly secured in her helpless position. She had shaken off the blanket during the drive, he rebuked her as he replaced it. She thought that he would spank her, but guessed that it would have been too much trouble for him to untie her legs...... There was the sound of crunching gravel under the wheels of the car as they came to a halt. He reached into the back seat and having removed the blanket from her, untied the cord that kept her legs fastened to her wrists. Untying her ankles, he ordered her out of the car. She exited awkwardly, the arm bondage making it difficult for her to keep her balance. She had to press her face into the leather of the seat on more than one occasion in order to extricate herself from the prone position. She grunted through the gag in discomfort as her bare feet made contact with the gravel, but he showed no sympathy as she stood unsteadily on the drive. He fastened a leather belt around her waist, pulling it very tight. A cord was fastened to the back of the belt, and threaded between her ass cheeks, dangling down between her legs. He picked up the cord and abruptly pulled it up and towards him, the rough surface rubbing against her sensitive vagina. She squealed through the gag, stumbling forward to reduce the tension on the rope. It was not only being pulled hard against her cunt but was stretched taught against her tight, puckered bum-hole. The gravel hurt her feet as she stumbled towards the door, she didn't want to be led into the house, but had absolutely no choice in the matter. She did try and pull back against the rope, but it cut mercilessly into her poor abused pussy, as sensing her reluctance, he tugged it even harder........ It was an older property, perhaps once a vicarage, she fleetingly thought, in any other circumstances she would have admired it, even welcomed a guided tour. He led her into the hallway, glancing around, she noticed that the house was richly furnished. Had he equipped it with the proceeds from robberies?....... At the same time, she admired his taste in furniture, if indeed this was his house. A chill ran through her, perhaps she was being taken to his boss, she knew that thieves seldom worked alone. Even though she was apprehensive as to what he may do to her, she decided that she would be better off taking her chances with him , rather than being handed over to some fat old man ..... He forced her to stumble over to a studded door, and indicating her to stop, he switched the fastening of the cord from the back of the belt to the front, once again dropping the free end to dangle between her legs. Standing behind her picked up the rope from between her legs, and pulled it up, so that yet again it was pulled tight against her cunt and ass crack. This he used to steady and support her as she was urged down the stairs, every little stumble causing the cursed rope to torment her private parts. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the door shut behind them with an ominous clunk. She wondered if she would ever climb the stairs and go back through that door .... He slackened the rope between her legs, and pushed her forward into the centre of the room. Terror gripped her when she found that they had entered what seemed to be a torture chamber. The walls were painted black, and a blood red carpet was under her bare feet. There was a bewildering array of evil looking implements on one wall, the purpose of which she couldn't even begin to guess. Although the room was warm, she shivered. What had he in store for her? In one corner she noticed a tiny cage, surely a human being couldn't fit into that? At one end of the room there appeared to be a vaulting horse, but she knew no-one had performed gymnastics on this particular example, it was deeply padded in black leather and there were various fastening points scattered liberally over the legs and lower part of the saddle...... "Kneel!" he commanded. She was slow to follow his order, still trying to take in her surroundings, that earned her 3 heavy slaps to her ass, she yelped into the gag at every one..... Once in a kneeling position, he removed the cloth gag. The respite from the gag was short, however, as it was immediately replaced by a ball-gag, the bright red rubber ball being uncompromisingly strapped into her mouth. She had thought that the other gag was bad, but this was worse. She could no longer breath through her mouth, and whereas before she could utter some sound through the cloth gag, no noise could escape from around the ball, her vocal reaction was reduced to the sound she could emit from her throat...... Her ankles were secured with a thick leather strap, and a chain was fastened to her wrists and clipped to an eye hidden deep in the carpet. Lastly a thick black blindfold was fastened around her head cutting out all sight completely. She heard his footsteps retreating, ascending the stairs, the heavy clunk of the door, and with dismay she realised she was alone ... The END
She Awoke With A Start Part 2 Shortly, however, the same door opened and she heard the light click of footsteps on the stair treads, like a woman with stilettos on, she thought, with a chill feeling in her heart. The footsteps approached her kneeling form, and the blindfold was removed. Blinking in the light, Laura saw a lady standing in front of her. She was petite, slim with short dark hair, probably in her early twenties. She wore stockings and high heels, along with a tiny leather g-string, her small, pert breasts were bare and in her hands she carried a tray. She uttered no sound, but knelt gracefully and put the tray on the floor. Laura stared down at its contents before returning her gaze to the girl. There was a glass of orange juice, and a large bowl of what appeared to be a stew. In addition, there was a small velvet make-up bag. The ball-gag was removed, and Laura gratefully exercised her cramped mouth. The girl picked the orange juice up and offered it to Laura's lips. She drank gratefully, only realising at that moment just how thirsty she was. The girl patiently allowed her to drink the liquid in her own time, tipping the glass forward when she sensed that Laura could swallow more. Once the glass was finished, the slave girl pushed the tray with its appetising stew towards to Laura. It was obvious that the girl expected Laura to consume it, but there was no knife or fork, and in any case Laura's hands were still secured behind her back. Laura realised that she would be expected to eat it like an animal. She thought of refusing, but common sense told her to consume it any way she could, as she did not know when she would be fed again. She was still attached to the floor by the chain through her wrists, but with a considerable amount of wriggling she managed to drop her head down enough to eat the meal. She could not keep it from dripping down her chin, and at one point, even her nose became covered in the gravy. At last she was finished, and she struggled back into her kneeling position. Her face was sticky and uncomfortable, and she was grateful when the girl, carefully, almost reverently, wiped her face with a napkin. "Who are you ?" asked, Laura, "are you a slave, too ?" The girl made no sound, but held her index finger in front of her lips, Laura realised that the girl was either mute, or more likely, she had been ordered not to speak. Laura badly wanted an answer to many questions, but the girl was presumably under threat of punishment, so Laura decided not to badger her into a response. The petite slave girl picked up the velvet bag and once again knelt in front of her. Laura realised that she was completely devoid of make up, and thought grimly to herself that if she'd known she was going to be abducted she would have made herself up. The girl, carefully avoiding eye contact, proceeded to comb the captive's hair, put on blusher, eye shadow, and finally apply a very attractive shade of lipstick. Laura noticed that the cosmetics were a very expensive brand. She found the girl's attention and care was soothing, she could smell the girl's perfume, and the shampoo used on her hair. A wave of gratitude swept over her, and when the girl's pretty face came near, she kissed her cheek. The girl's eyes met hers briefly, and she gave a shy smile, even blushing slightly....... As the other slave carefully gathered things together on the tray , Laura noticed that under the leather g-string she wore she could see the end of a dildo or a vibrator inserted deep in her cunt. It was only apparent when the girl turned sideways. Sexual excitement bubbled up in Laura, heightened by the fact that as the girl turned her back to take her leave, she could see that her tiny, shapely buttocks were criss-crossed with red stripes. It would also appear that the girl's ass was stuffed in a similar manner to her cunt, as Laura could make out the end of a plastic plug, held captive there by the thong of the g-string. No wonder she moved slowly and carefully, though Laura. Her sharp footsteps retraced their way up the stairs, and once again Laura was alone. She didn't have too wait too long before the opening of the heavy door signalled that someone was coming down the stairs. This time it sounded like a man, and sure enough her captor appeared. He was wearing a long, thick towelling robe, and looked as if he had just stepped out of the shower. He examined her critically, tilting his head to one side as he studied her face. "Mmm..... that's better, you're attractive without make-up, but even more with...." These words surprised her, she didn't think he would be likely to compliment her, but her he was flattering her. She remained passive, silent, perhaps it was just a ploy to get her co-operation, she thought. He stepped closer, she could smell the soap he'd used and the after-shave, it was her favourite brand, in fact, she had bought her last boyfriend some for his birthday. Her gaoler was attractive, she had to admit, not overtly handsome, but he had an air of quiet authority about him. He slowly undid the towelling robe. She tried not to look, but couldn't help herself. His cock was level with her eyes, it was a healthy specimen, she had to admit, thick and long, it bobbed as he stepped even nearer to her, completely filling her vision. It was plain what he intended her to do. She weighed up the options, if she refused to suck him, he would undoubtedly punish her. On the other hand, she did not want to give in too easily, although, she discovered that her pussy appeared to be giving the game away, it felt wet and ready. Damn her desires! She had to admit, she loved sucking cock..... She thought that a little negotiation might be worth attempting and said "What are you going to do with me...you realise this is kidnapping...". He replied, "if you behave yourself , I will return you to your house safe and unharmed" "How can I believe you" she responded. "You'll have to trust me," he said ......"now suck!" She was a little reassured at these words, but she had no way to know he would honour them. With that he thrust his hips forward , his manner precluded any refusal on her part, and much to her surprise she obediently opened her mouth to receive him. It tasted gorgeous, she had to admit, her pussy was sending her signals to suck it for all she was worth, to give him pleasure. But the other side of her advised her to do the bare minimum and bring him off as quickly as possible. What tipped the balance in favour of her desire, was the fact that he began to tenderly caress her face, as her mouth and tongue did its work. In fact he seemed to enjoy it so much that he began to hold her by her hair to ensure that his member stayed deep within her hot mouth. Moans were emanating from her throat at the sheer unbridled eroticism of the act, she realised that her lust had totally won her over, and with a final sigh of resignation started to move her mouth up and down his cock as much as her kneeling bondage would allow. She was pleased by his response he was moaning now, jerking his hips and several times she had to stifle a gag reflex, so deep was he thrusting inside her. Her jaw was beginning to ache from her efforts, but she sensed he was fast approaching orgasm and so did her best to ignore the discomfort, his climax becoming her only purpose. He gave a wild cry, and a jet of white spunk shot from his cock. Some squirted in her mouth but the rest went over her face. She gasped in surprise at the sheer volume, it was over her cheeks, her chin, even her hair. Slowly he came down to earth, he kept his dwindling cock in her mouth, making it clear that she was to lick it clean. Running her tongue around his glans, she lapped up every drop, even dipping her tongue in the slit at the end, where fresh spunk continued to ooze. He removed his cock from her mouth, and drew the robe around himself. He quickly bent and kissed her forehead, the only part of her face that had not been anointed by his ejaculation. She closed her eyes at this tender moment, but when she opened them he was gone, the now familiar sound of his feet on the stairs signified his exit. Her face was still covered in semen, and she had no way of removing it. Did he intend her to remain like this, his emission drying on her ? She dropped her head, eyes still closed, but a slight movement caused her to open them in surprise. It was the slave girl, again, she must have come into the room at the same time as her master left, there had been no signal of her approach, as she was barefoot. The girl was completely naked, she could see that the girl was shaven, and her pussy looked pink and moist. Laura with a start realised how attractive it looked, her session with her master had not brought her relief, it had only made her more aroused. The girl knelt before her, and at first Laura thought the girl was going to kiss her, but instead she put her mouth close to Laura's spunk soaked face and proceeded to lick it off. Laura closed her eyes in pleasure, not only was the girl removing the rapidly drying substance, but once again, her attentive, affectionate manner was having it's effect on Laura. She moaned as the girl's tongue and lips caressed her face. It was too much, as her lips came close to Laura's she managed to engage her in a kiss. It was returned with passion, even some of his spunk being exchanged between their mouths. Laura had little experience of another woman, and found that they her kisses were delicate, like a butterfly on a flower, and she became lost in the moment, her confinement forgotten as she eagerly continued to enjoy the girl's mouth. The girl's delicate hands found Laura's breasts and caressed them lightly, stroking and touching her nipples. She wanted to return the girl's embrace, but the infernal bondage prevented that. Her hands opened and closed behind her back, signalling the depth of her arousal.
She Awoke With A Start Part 3 "What's this?" his voice made them both jump, their master had returned, his approach unheard due to their passionate exchange. The slave girl quickly disengaged herself and went to kneel in front of him, her face showing contrition. Laura immediately understood that their kissing was forbidden. She guessed that the slave girl had been given instructions only to clean up Laura's face. Despite the girl's attempt to placate her master, Laura knew that she was in for a difficult time. She was attempting to please her master by looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, and also dropping her head to kiss his feet. Despite this, he looked down at her and said, "You know you've done wrong ...it's the cage for you........" "It's my fault," Laura volunteered, "I encouraged her, you should punish me ...". "Oh, I will....don't worry", he replied, as the girl scuttled over the to the tiny cage in the corner. With great difficulty the girl squashed herself into the cage, it was open at the front so that her head protruded from between the bars. Laura realised with a shudder that this was so that the occupant could be used whilst in the tiny prison. He closed the door, causing her tiny ass to press against the bars, a small key was turned, and he said. "You can stay in there for 2 hours as a punishment ..." Going over to Laura, he untied her hands from behind her back and also detaching the chain that had kept her in a kneeling position. "Stand up !" She struggled to her feet, rubbing her wrists as she did so. He led her over to the vaulting horse, and ordered her to straddle it face down. Laura complied, easing herself onto the soft leather saddle. She wondered what torment would be inflicted on her in this position as she was expertly secured her to the horse by means of a number of leather straps around her wrists and ankles. A long strap was used to go around her waist and the saddle of the horse, she grunted as he tightened it. Her stomach pulled hard against the shiny surface. He went back to the slave girl in the cage, and picked up the cage, his strength and the girls light built made it easy for him to carry her over to the vaulting horse where Laura lay helpless. He attached a piece of rope to one of the many rings embedded in the ceiling and suspended the cage by it. He manoeuvred the cage so that both girls were facing each other. The cage was then attached to the front of the horse by a chain. He adjusted the length of it carefully, so that their faces were almost, but not quite, touching. "Now kiss each other," he said, knowing full well that they would be unable to reach each other's mouths. The two girls stared into each other's eyes as their master first went around to Laura's rear and slid a vibrator into her pussy. The process was repeated on the caged girl, Laura saw the other girl's eyes first close, then open wide in helpless pleasure as it was inserted. Their master then left them, the cage quivering slightly from the girl's cramped movements, and the leather of the vaulting horse creaking as Laura attempted to make her position tolerable for the next 2 hours. Laura realised that the girl was in a far more uncomfortable situation than her, the cage was so small that it must be cramping the girl. Laura apologised to her for kissing her and incurring the mater's wrath. For the first time the girl spoke, saying, "It was worth it, I have not kissed anyone in a long while....." Laura spoke to the girl again asking her similar questions to those asked before, but unfortunately her master' hold was obviously so strong and the punishment that he could inflict on her so great, that the girl didn't utter another word. Laura tried stretching her neck forward to kiss the girl, and she attempted to do the same. Their master had done his job well, despite their combined efforts they were only able to get their tongues to meet, this seemed worse than nothing, thought Laura, as she flicked her tongue against the other girl's, both of them moaning from the effort of reaching each other's hungry mouth. Laura had long given up trying to reach the girl's mouth, when he returned, saying "Well, an hour's gone ...how are you getting on? He caressed both slaves, both of them responding to his touch despite their respective uncomfortable positions. Laura watched as he secured a ball-gag of bright red rubber in the other girl's mouth, and found that she was forced to open her mouth for the same treatment. He then moved the two captives closer together, their faces now touching. The ball-gag was very uncomfortable, she was forced to breathe through her mouth, and found within a minute or so that she was beginning to drool uncontrollably. Looking at the other girl, her face distorted by the gag, Laura found that she was in the same predicament. Once again they were left alone, they could nuzzle their stuffed mouths against each other and dribble their saliva on each other's faces, but little more ...... After the second hour the slave girl was moaning continuously through the gag, Laura realised that the other girl's confinement was becoming intolerable. Their master returned and seeing his slave's plight, his first act was to release the petite girl from the cage. Laura was left still attached to the horse, it was uncomfortable but she was glad that the other girl had been allowed to crawl from the cage and massage her cramped limbs. He used the slave girl's name for the first time in front of Laura, saying "Katala, remove our guest's vibrator, I think she's had enough ...." Katala did as she was told, easing the now wet and sticky item from Laura's pussy. Once again Laura enjoyed Katala's light, considerate touch, she even ran her finger over Laura's clit when their master wasn't looking, and Laura was forced to stifle a groan. On her master's command, Katala licked the vibrator clean, gazing into Laura's eyes as she did so, making it clear that she would enjoy taking the juices direct from their source. This action did not go unnoticed by their master, who sternly told Katala to kneel before him. This she did with alacrity, gazing up at her master adoringly. Laura realised that the girl didn't appear to be held against her will. Had she been brainwashed by him, mistreated until her mind was not her own? Or had she entered this life of servitude of her own volition? He casually approached Laura, still secured to the horse, and proffered his semi-erect penis to her mouth. She turned her head away from it, saying, "If I'm going to suck you again, I at least want to know your name" She realised that she was risking further punishment, but her spirit, even undermined by her sexual arousal, remained difficult to subdue. "It's Dominic", he replied more amused than anything by her refusal. "Now suck it !" She took the purple headed organ into her mouth again, feeling it start to grow as she ran it around her mouth and flicked her tongue over its bulbous end. It appeared that he was only using her mouth to fully stiffen it, as within a few minutes, he eased it from her and went to the back of the horse where her ass and pussy were spread invitingly. She twisted her head to see what he intended to do, but could not see directly behind her, and it soon became apparent, when, without preliminaries, he slid it deep into her pussy. Her moan was long and drawn out, she had not realised just how turned on she had been from the events that had taken place in the dungeon. Judging by the way in which he slammed his cock in and out of her, she guessed he was obtaining considerable satisfaction from the feel of her tight cunt. "Katala," he commanded, "come over here and help me fuck this bitch! " "You can even kiss her, now if you want ...." Wasting no time, the petite slave moved to the front of the horse and planted an enormous kiss on Laura's forehead, before dropping her head lower to kiss her open mouth. Laura's senses reeled from the twin delights; at one end she was being fucked, and at the other this passionate slave girl was kissing her as only a woman can. She gasped through the kiss as Katala's hands found her breasts, dangling tantalisingly down either side of the saddle. Her nipples were stroked and caressed, as their tongues continued to intertwine. Dominic wasn't content with just fucking her, his hands opened up her ass cheeks, and he ran his fingers up and down her crack, his fingers trailing over her bum hole. She paused momentarily from the mutual exploration with Katala to groan, realising that he had found a hitherto unexplored part of her. Despite the strap that secured her waist to the horse, she managed to lift her ass up to him. Encouraged by her response, he eased the tip of his middle finger into her ass, just enough to make her hips writhe, without causing discomfort to her virgin rectum. The two girl's kissing became frenzied, the fact that they had been denied this pleasure initially meant that they were like two starving animals feeding on each other. His stroked were becoming frantic as he witnessed the passion between the two girls, and with a drawn out cry he erupted inside her, pumping his seed deep into her soaking wet cunt. Immediately Katala, heard her master's cry of passion, broke free from the kiss, and moved gracefully to kneel beside her master. He pulled his still twitching cock from Laura, and the slave girl obediently opened her mouth to receive it. It didn't take long for her to clean him of the spunk and Laura's love juice, that glistened over its surface. It appeared to be a task that she relished, as she continued to suck and lick him long after the last traces had been consumed. "You can lick out Laura, now". Dominic said. "Thank you, master", she replied and went and knelt behind Laura. Placing her cool hands between Laura's thighs, she eased open her to lick out the nectar within. In addition, Katala found time to flick her agile tongue over Laura's clit. It was too much for her, she had been close to coming when her master had shot his load, and Katala's administrations sent her completely over the top. The slave girl's tongue continued its work even as Laura's hips jerked and twitched. Laura crying out..."Oh God I'm coming ....what are you doing to me?" Dominic watched with hands on hips as Laura slowly came back down to earth. Katala rounded off her stimulation of the secured slave by returning to Laura's mouth and once again kissing her deeply. Laura could taste the combination of her own fluids intermingled with her master's semen, this only served to heighten her arousal. Dominic was thoughtful. "Well, considering that you were, in your own words, kidnapped, you seemed to have taken to Domination and submission like a duck to water."
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